[The only waiting Damian does is for Kisa to get out and to the puppet. As soon as it's distracted, he zips out from behind the pillar like a shadow. He's terribly silent and terribly quick.
But he does have to wonder at the next pillar if she really means what she's saying. It doesn't surprise him so much as... Well, he realizes the truth in it. Dragged. Rough. Doesn't show his feelings.
Nevermind, he can't think about that right now.
Again, he moves out and around. He can snatch the lamp easily. Getting rid of the sorcerer is another issue. Killing is what he's got to do, but killing... Would destroying a puppet be breaking his father's code? Carefully, quietly, he pulls one of the curved scimitars from the wall. The weight in his hand is second nature.
When he comes creeping out behind, he raises a finger to his lips so she won't give him away. First thing, he has to get rid of the sorcerer before anything happens to Kisa. The only problem is how fast and fluidly it happens: ramming the sword up through the back and out of the front of the puppet isn't as gruesome as it would normally be, but one second is there, the next it's gone, and Damian lets go. He doubles back to grab the lamp; races around the dying, disappearing sorcerer and grabs Kisa by the hand.] Hurry! Let's go. [To use the lamp, he means, but...
...the palace begins to change and twist beneath and around them. He freezes. The lamp and the ring vanish. Their clothes unfurl back into what they had on before (thank God). The beautiful, elegant, wide-open palace interior shrinks, becomes stone and wood again. And then it drops, almost as if it's landing. The floor leaves their feet briefly before it stops, and they tumble down again to land in a pile in the middle of Kisa and Sierra's once again house.]
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But he does have to wonder at the next pillar if she really means what she's saying. It doesn't surprise him so much as... Well, he realizes the truth in it. Dragged. Rough. Doesn't show his feelings.
Nevermind, he can't think about that right now.
Again, he moves out and around. He can snatch the lamp easily. Getting rid of the sorcerer is another issue. Killing is what he's got to do, but killing... Would destroying a puppet be breaking his father's code? Carefully, quietly, he pulls one of the curved scimitars from the wall. The weight in his hand is second nature.
When he comes creeping out behind, he raises a finger to his lips so she won't give him away. First thing, he has to get rid of the sorcerer before anything happens to Kisa. The only problem is how fast and fluidly it happens: ramming the sword up through the back and out of the front of the puppet isn't as gruesome as it would normally be, but one second is there, the next it's gone, and Damian lets go. He doubles back to grab the lamp; races around the dying, disappearing sorcerer and grabs Kisa by the hand.] Hurry! Let's go. [To use the lamp, he means, but...
...the palace begins to change and twist beneath and around them. He freezes. The lamp and the ring vanish. Their clothes unfurl back into what they had on before (thank God). The beautiful, elegant, wide-open palace interior shrinks, becomes stone and wood again. And then it drops, almost as if it's landing. The floor leaves their feet briefly before it stops, and they tumble down again to land in a pile in the middle of Kisa and Sierra's once again house.]